At her heels is bronzen Autumn:
Silent, passionate, and beautiful.
Her dark eyes gaze at Summer’s path.
All around her stare at her in awe.
She wanders slowly ‘bout creation,
Enchanting all she touches.
Her path is careful and planned:
Not all the world receive her blessing.
Winter - blue-white Winter!
Mystic. Majestic. Untouched. Untamed.
Wild, Treacherous, Deceptive.
All cower before her.
Delicate... pure... chaste... silent.
Winter is shy, gentle; her white fingers
Sprinkling confetti, soft as down;
Wants passage across the earth.
The twins are tentative,
In following dear Winter’s path.
Spring creeps forward and retreats,
Sunshine is bolder and slowly
Intrudes into Winter’s Paradise.
Two musicians, singing, playing
The strings of birth and growth,
Bringing forth the music of Life.
Mid 1999